There was a few good brothas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?
There was a few good sistas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?

Now you'ze a big wil rakin' in big bills
yo chill...y'think you too ill, and got big skills
While I'm unfulfilled, behind on bills,
nearly over the hill but still keepin' it real
Watchin' over I chill on window sills
Catchin' youth shootin' the pill wit hoopdreams of mills...
but ya cold, like zero wind chill...while you get yo thrill on,
in Beverly Hills. Realize yo' sexual fantasies,
in my eyes yo' steelo is whack like fleas, whack like herpies,
and whack like disease, whack like a walkman wit no batteries
and the weather, when its ten degrees and hupdees wit no antifreeze...
Believe dat it's real 'aint from no playbill, you push coupe devilles,
they shoot to kill, bumrush and steal, and think dey keepin it real sun,
now we handle candles at my man's vigil dun...

the younger ones need someone to talk to...
so where you gonna go and what you gonna do?

There was a few good brothas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?
There was a few good sistas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?

I see scholarly wannabees at universities 
try to get degrees, yo, why they try to be...
brothas that we see, disappearing like I dream a Jeanie
Blowin' wit de breeze across de' seas
no clue about our needs, enticed by mad greed
pursuin' vanities like Ecclesiastes
ask about communities, they cop pleas sayin'
"What communities gonna drop fo me?"
selfishly goin' for wealth and self, "Where are they?"
Invisible like the stealth...my former compadres, don't know the hard ways
sweatin' big pay days forgettin' what God says...
I wanna be calmer but big wills cause me drama wit dey rude attitude,
don't call dey momma, don't call dey fadda, they only do what dey gotta,
Akuna matadda, the big dondadda who became a star, drive big cars
but forgot who you are.

There was a few good brothas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?
There was a few good sistas around the way, now they gone, not here today
never came back not down to stay, I guess it's all about that pay, where are they?